Chord Gitar Fred Eaglesmith - Thirty Years Of Farming Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar F#)

Verse

           F#                                                  B                   F#
There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday,
                                           G#                    C#     C#7
And when we saw it we all ran out just to see what it had to say,
     F#                                                     B                        F#
And when we read it our eyes filled with tears and they fell to the cold, hard clay.
                                                                           C#           F#
Something 'bout a mortgage, something 'bout foreclosure, something about failing to pay.
 
[Chorus]
                                                B                F#
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G#                    C#    C#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F#                                                     B                        F#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C#         F#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Verse 2]
F#                                             B                                   F#
Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
                                                   G#                      C#     C#7
And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart
F#                                               B                            F#
And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day
                                                                                   C#         F#
'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                B                F#
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G#                    C#    C#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F#                                                     B                        F#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C#         F#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Instrumental]
F#          B     F#
F#          G#     C# C#7
F#          B     F#
F#          C#     F#
 
[Verse 3]
F#                                                              B                  F#
At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning, there was nothing for us to do.
                                                  G#                        C#       C#7
Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
F#                                                                 B                       F#
So we loaded up the car with the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save.
                                                             C#        F#
Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                B                F#
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G#                    C#    C#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F#                                                     B                        F#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C#         F#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Outro]
                                                                                 C#         F#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.